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<h1><a href="https://archiveofourown.org/works/24696778">Double Cross</a> by <a class='authorlink' href='https://archiveofourown.org/users/maddierose/pseuds/stormqueen'>stormqueen (maddierose)</a></h1>

<table class="full">

<tr><td><b>Category:</b></td><td>Red Rising Series - Pierce Brown</td></tr>

<tr><td><b>Genre:</b></td><td>Character Death, Emotional/Psychological Abuse, F/M, Heavy Angst, Mind Games, Physical Abuse, Psychological Torture, Sex, Sexual Assault, Stockholm Syndrome, Unhealthy Relationships, Unplanned Pregnancy</td></tr>

<tr><td><b>Language:</b></td><td>English</td></tr>

<tr><td><b>Status:</b></td><td>In-Progress</td></tr>

<tr><td><b>Published:</b></td><td>2020-06-13</td></tr>

<tr><td><b>Updated:</b></td><td>2020-07-02</td></tr>

<tr><td><b>Packaged:</b></td><td>2021-05-04 09:13:33</td></tr>

<tr><td><b>Rating:</b></td><td>Explicit</td></tr>

<tr><td><b>Warnings:</b></td><td>Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Major Character Death, Rape/Non-Con</td></tr>

<tr><td><b>Chapters:</b></td><td>3</td></tr>

<tr><td><b>Words:</b></td><td>4,245</td></tr>

<tr><td><b>Publisher:</b></td><td>archiveofourown.org</td></tr>

<tr><td><b>Story URL:</b></td><td>https://archiveofourown.org/works/24696778</td></tr>

<tr><td><b>Author URL:</b></td><td>https://archiveofourown.org/users/maddierose/pseuds/stormqueen</td></tr>

<tr><td><b>Summary:</b></td><td><div class="userstuff">
              <p>Aurelia au Arcos is the granddaughter of the famous Rage Knight, Lorn au Arcos, attempting to live up to his legacy. She thinks she is a born survivor - until she meets the Jackal, and realises that there is no self-preservation in losing your heart to a monster.</p>
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<tr><td><b>Relationships:</b></td><td>Adrius au Augustus/Original Female Character(s)</td></tr>

<tr><td><b>Comments:</b></td><td>6</td></tr>

<tr><td><b>Kudos:</b></td><td>11</td></tr>

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<a name="section0001"><h2>1. The Dark</h2></a>
<div class="story"><div class="fff_chapter_notes fff_head_notes"><b>Author's Note:</b><blockquote class="userstuff">
      <p>I'm not really sure if this sort of thing will be anyone's cup of tea, so I'm tentatively posting to see what people think. The pairing is, obviously Adrius/Aurelia - but it's a very toxic and unhealthy relationship, and the story will deal with a lot of dark themes. I'll post warnings at the top of every chapter.</p>
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  <strong>Warnings: reference to cannibalism</strong>
</p><p>“Are you willing to do a deal, Aurelia?”</p><p>His voice echoes through the darkness. I can still hear the groans of my fellow House Vulcan students as they die. They weren’t the only ones – many of House Pluto were also injured or killed in the sealing of tunnels.</p><p>No way in, no way out.</p><p>His name is Adrius au Augustus and he is the ArchGovernor’s son. His eyes glitter with amusement as he examines me. He is small for a Gold, but he still has a good few inches on me. His breath is hot on my face, but I tilt my head back and meet his gaze.</p><p><em>The golden girl</em>, that’s what they called me, either in jest or malice depending on the person and their mood. The granddaughter of Lorn au Arcos, the famed Rage Knight. Many of my cousins and siblings chose the safe haven of Europa, chose security. I chose fame and glory. Will I regret that decision?</p><p>I will survive down here, in the hell that this boy has created. I will survive him. So I lift my chin and silently dare him to do his worst.</p><p>“What kind of deal?” My voice is hoarse. Despite my attempt to sound brave, I sound like a scared little girl.</p><p>His smile widens. “You become my slave and you survive. We’re going to be down here a while, after all.”</p><p>Taking slaves isn’t uncommon. It means we will be forced to do the bidding of the house that enslaves us. It just means losing dignity. How my grandfather would shake his head in shame to hear me here in the deep black, making deals with devils.</p><p>“What’s my other option?” I cock my head to the side. “You kill me, down here in the darkness?”</p><p>“Death is only served where it’s necessary.” He shrugs his shoulders. “In this case, trapped in these tunnels, we need to eat something.”</p><p>I’m enveloped by horror as I understand his meaning. It’ll take some time to dig out. Weeks, if not months. The choice he is offering me is simple: eat, or become the food. Tears slid down my cheeks as I nod fervently, examining this boy. One day, they will call him the Jackal.</p><p>I make a deal that will forever change my future.</p><p>“I choose life.”</p><p>I lose my humanity in these tunnels, and I lose my heart to a monster.</p>
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<a name="section0002"><h2>2. The Flesh Price</h2></a>
<div class="story"><div class="fff_chapter_notes fff_head_notes"><b>Notes for the Chapter:</b><blockquote class="userstuff"><p>Consider yourself warned. This is going to be a dark story with dark themes, and Aurelia and Adrius will not have a healthy relationship. Please bear that in mind.</p></blockquote></div><div class="userstuff module">
    
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  <strong>Warnings: implied cannibalism, mutilation</strong>
  
</p><p>My name is Aurelia au Arcos. I am seventeen years old, and the oldest grandchild of Lorn au Arcos.</p><p>My family believe that I will remain in the safe haven of Europa. There is no shame in it, my mother tells me. My father died when I was small, the oldest of Lorn’s sons. He fought in many battles and that was how he gave his life. My mother feels I have earned my place on Europa, but I am Lorn’s granddaughter and I want to prove that to everyone. I am small for a Gold. My mother thinks too small. I disagree.</p><p>My cousin Roque au Fabii will be attending the Institute. He has a poet’s tongue and a gentle heart. If he can survive, then certainly I can. My mother has commented, on many an occasion, on the traits that I share with both my father and grandfather. I am a survivor, a warrior. I might not be built like one, but my resilience has proved my slight frame inconsequential. I have trained with my grandfather Lorn, an honour that many among the Gold would pay highly for – or even kill for.</p><p>Mother wants to make me a Premier. She almost begs me. But I am as honourable as Lorn, and I will go through the Institute in the correct fashion. I admit, with some shame, that I regret that choice later on.</p><p>I am not the firstDraft, but I am a highDraft for House Vulcan. I do not want to be chosen by Lorn for Mars in fear of favouritism, although my grandfather barely looks my way during the selection process. I am the second selected for House Vulcan, and though I should be proud, I am bitter at the handsome boy who was chosen before me. His name is Darius au Romulus.</p><p>In the Passage, I am paired with a girl whose name I do not know. She is bigger than me, and her punches are delivered with fists like stone. I rip her throat out with my teeth, crying and shaking as all I taste is the metallic tang of blood. I rinse my mouth after, but it does not cleanse me of the way she screamed, the awful sound when my teeth clamped down and refused to give up.</p><p><em>I am Aurelia au Arcos</em>, I tell myself over and over again. The more I say my name, the more it just sounds like the wind. My name doesn’t matter here, only what I can do. Being Lorn’s granddaughter grants me some things, but not immunity to the horrors of the Institute that I have experienced very abruptly.</p><p>As our Premier, the others in House Vulcan look up to Darius without question. I am the bitter shadow that lingers, although Darius openly calls me second-in-command. I should have been this house’s leader, and I cannot shake my childish sourness that it was not so. I am the granddaughter of the Rage Knight, but I have become inconsequential.</p><p>That is, until the collapse of the tunnels.</p><p>Three days into the Institute, Darius announces our intention to raid House Pluto uses weapons from our forges. There are many boys in House Vulcan. They are in agreement of this aggressive tactic. I give the shadow of a smile and a nod. I cannot question Darius, not when so many are in favour of him. I should have questioned him, because that was the beginning of the end for House Vulcan, only three days in.</p><p>It’s dark in the tunnels, and our flashlights bounce off the walls as we venture further in without a single sighting of House Pluto. I venture further ahead than the rest to prove – what am I trying to prove? That I am brave? That I should have been the one they listened to?</p><p>“Maybe they aren’t here,” calls one boy, “Maybe we were wrong.”</p><p>I spin around as I hear a cracking, and look overhead to see that the roof of the tunnels is shifting. House Pluto is here. They just won’t let us have them.</p><p>Darius is crushed when the first lot of rocks rains down upon us. His screams resonate through the tunnels. Suddenly, the golden hope of House Vulcan is gone. In the darkness, they look to me, the one Darius trusted even when he shouldn’t have. As tears stream down my face, I point toward the yawning mouth of the tunnels.</p><p>“Get out! Now!”</p><p>The second fall of rocks is an explosion that knocks me flying. I’m fortunate to survive at all. Everything is darkness. For a few moments I think I might be dead, until the screams start like a chorus of the damned. I can’t tell whether they’re House Vulcan or House Pluto students, or perhaps a mix of both. Once my head stops spinning, I get to my feet and fight back the urge to vomit.</p><p>Which leads us to where we are now. I, the de-facto leader of House Vulcan, have surrendered to Adrius au Augustus, the ArchGovernor’s son. We are both legacies, though I am treasured and he is despised. He is the predator, and I am the prey. The few of Vulcan that survived this side of the tunnel collapse are forced to respect his jurisdiction, and my decision.</p><p>“This isn’t right, Aurelia.” Lucas’s eyes dart mistrustfully around us as we focus on the darkness that will become our reality. His hand keeps resting on the axe at his hip despite the blood smeared at the side of his head.</p><p>“Don’t do anything stupid,” I warn quietly.</p><p>In the darkness, there is no fire to warm our hands. That is not the only use for a fire – we could also use it to cook things.</p><p>I sleep fitfully, aware of everything happening around me. I dream of Adrius’s eyes, glittering and scornful. I dream of Darius’s still face, pale and frightened in his last moments. I don’t know how long it is until I wake, but when I do, it’s to the sound of arguing. Lucas is bickering with several members of House Pluto, including a tall scowling girl who looms over Adrius like a protective shadow as he watches, bemused.</p><p>“What’s going on?” I roll to my feet and cross over to them. Adrius’s attention shifts to me immediately, and I find myself uncomfortable with the intensity he observes me with.</p><p>I have always been a pretty girl. It’s something that Lorn says, my mother says, my aunts say. The golden girl, Lorn’s favourite. I am slender, but with the tell-tale curves of hips and breasts that catch boys’ attention. High cheekbones, full lips and wide eyes. I smile often and with straight teeth. Down in the darkness, I won’t stay pretty for long, but it’s got me thinking.</p><p>I’ve already sold my soul. What more can I gain, I wonder, from Adrius’s interest? I don’t know what he wants from me, not yet, but I imagine that I soon will. He rises also, and I stand stiffly as I watch him approach.</p><p>“They want us to eat the dead.” Lucas’s voice is full of disgust. I know in that moment what his fate will be. Lucas would rather hold onto some shreds of humanity, some pride. He will die with them, with an empty belly and a gnawing hunger that he refuses to stoop low enough to sate.</p><p>Lucas’s eyes are on Darius’s corpse, where Pluto are already hovering like vultures. My stomach rumbles loudly, and I feel nausea rising within me. Is it because I’m hungry, or because I know what it means I have to eat?</p><p>Adrius steps in front of me. He traces a finger down my cheek. I let him, staring at up him with what I hope is defiance. I don’t know who caused this situation – him, or me. I might be a slave of House Pluto now, as are the others, but I like to think I still have some self-respect left.</p><p>For now.</p><p>“What is your name?” He smiles, thin fingers jerking my chin up. “You’re the Premier now, I take it.”</p><p>It isn’t a question. He knows I made the deal for all of us.</p><p>“Yes,” I whisper, my voice a hoarse rasp, “My name is Aurelia au Arcos.”</p><p>Something flashes through his eyes, too quickly for me to acknowledge it for what it is. He knows I am Lorn’s blood, although maybe he doesn’t make the direct connection. That is where I am a fool, because Adrius <em>always </em>knows.</p><p>“Show them that they need to eat.” His voice is dangerously soft. “They either eat, or they starve.”</p><p>I stare down at Darius’s corpse. When I kneel to touch his cheek, his flesh is cold to the touch. Tears stream down my cheeks as I draw my knife, realising exactly what I have to do. This is a game to Adrius, and I am intent on winning. A moment’s hesitation, and he could slit my throat. I cry openly as I raise my knife and slice off Darius’s lower right arm.</p><p>When I stand, the rest of Vulcan are examining me with shock and horror. Lucas’s jaw is clenched. No matter what happens in these tunnels, they will never forgive me for this terrifying injustice. Darius was our leader, and now he is just meat. My shoulders shake with the force of my sobs, but I hold the bloody arm tight.</p><p>Adrius’s expression is a mixture of grimness and wolfish glee that confuses me.</p><p>“Go on, Aurelia.”</p><p>I raise Darius’s arm to my lips.</p><p>This is hell, and I’ve led the Vulcan survivors on this side of the collapse right into it.</p>
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<a name="section0003"><h2>3. The Unusual Ploy</h2></a>
<div class="story"><div class="fff_chapter_notes fff_head_notes"><b>Notes for the Chapter:</b><blockquote class="userstuff"><p>I seriously don't know if I'm getting Adrius/The Jackal in character, although I truly hope I am. However we're also seeing him from Aurelia's POV, and there's certainly going to be some bias there. Nonetheless, I'm nervous because I feel like I'm not doing him justice. Let me know? </p><p>I also figure this story is going to be around 15 chapters - 5 for each book of the first trilogy. These will be kinda short for Red Rising and the time Aurelia and Adrius spend at the Institute, and then significantly longer for Golden Son and Morning Star, because I have so much planned.</p></blockquote></div><div class="userstuff module">
    
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  <strong>Warnings: mentions of cannibalism</strong>
</p><p>The dig out of the tunnels is a painfully slow process. There is only so long you can live in the darkness before it starts to consume you. I wonder what I will be once I escape. I’ve made a deal with Adrius, and I’m not stupid enough to go back on it. A nickname begins the rounds – they call him the Jackal. Jackals feast on the flesh of the dead, I suppose, so it’s apt.</p><p>It’s not just Adrius I keep in careful consideration. There are some that flock to him as moths do to the light. The most fervent of his followers is a girl called Lilath. She is taller than me – though that isn’t hard, considering I am small for a Gold. She shadows Adrius at all times, glowering amongst the rest of us as though we’re unworthy to look upon him. She idolises him, although he treats her with little more than contempt.</p><p>He doesn’t treat me that way, and I begin to take notice of the way he does treat me. It’s something close to respect, as though he’s impressed by the way I have surrendered House Vulcan. I work as hard as any of the others. Is it my iron will to survive, I wonder, that makes me worth noticing? For he does notice me, in the cool and detached observant way he possesses.</p><p>Lucas still refuses to eat. Is it pride or stubbornness? Surely he must know that he cannot survive without eating the dead, as the rest of us have been forced to. It helps that it’s dark. It means I can’t really see what I’m putting in my mouth. Over time, my eyes adjust to the blackness and the cool chill that comes with being underground.</p><p>Many of the other Vulcan survivors follow Lucas’s lead, and I see a clear divide beginning to form – the survivalists like me, who will do whatever it takes to make it out, and those who would rather keep their humanity intact at the cost of their own lives.</p><p>Then they start dying.</p><p>It’s not quick, not like those crushed to death when the rocks fell in the tunnels. It’s slow and agonising, until they slowly succumb to starvation. Adrius watches them with a neutral expression on his face. He doesn’t care what happens to any of us, especially when they’ve brought this upon themselves.</p><p>Once they start dying, some of the Vulcan survivors who were so doggedly loyal to Lucas’s morals begin to shift their views to align with mine. Seeing people die like that does something to you. I made my choice before all of this, but these decisions are like those of a rabid dog begging for scraps – an animal thinking with nothing but its burning desire to eat. Some of them are losing their sanity in a way I have not.</p><p>Days and nights blend into one, so it’s hard to tell how long we’ve been underground as we work to move the rocks and dig our way out of the tunnels. We have little more than our bare hands, and I know there’s dirt under my nails from my desperate digging.</p><p>“What’s your plan?” I ask Adrius as we sit in darkness, listening to the snores of the sleeping students around us.</p><p>“What do you mean?”</p><p>“I mean, once we’re out of these tunnels.” I rake a hand through my hair. It’s greasy between my fingers. “We need to decide what we’re doing with the other houses.”</p><p>“We.” A smile curves the corners of his lips, as though the word amuses him. His eyes are cold, as they always are. Adrius is a terrifying person, I have surmised, but in my fear of him I have also found curiosity. It can’t be a good thing. Whatever perverse interest he has in me, perhaps I reciprocate it in my own way.</p><p>“Well, I’m one of you now, aren’t I?” I demand with some impatience. We don’t know what’s happening with the other houses out there in the vast expanse of the Institute, but a lot of them must be thriving. They haven’t experienced what we have. They haven’t known hunger and darkness like us. That gives us, I consider, some degree of an advantage.</p><p>“You did make the choice,” Adrius muses.</p><p>“I would again.” I hear the groans of the dying, the starving. Lucas and his group. “I chose to live.”</p><p>“Aurelia au Arcos.” My name is contemplative on his lips, as though he is trying to taste its meaning. There is no question there, but I hear the curiosity all the same. I share the last name of the Rage Knight, possibly the best warrior this solar system has ever seen. Adrius wants to know if I have the makings of that man, if I share more than just Lorn’s name.</p><p>“My father was Cato au Arcos, Lorn’s oldest son.” I pause as I try to remember my father. He died when I was very young. “My mother is Lavinia au Fabii. I am Lorn’s oldest grandchild.”</p><p>Alexandar is the closest to me in age, being almost ten. The rest of my cousins are small children. One of my cousins is Lysander au Lune, grandson to the Sovereign. Most of my family live on Europa. I suppose Lorn will join them there once he retires from his position of Rage Knight, which surely can’t be long now.</p><p>“Do you consider yourself a philosopher like him?”</p><p>“I don’t think so.” I shrug my shoulders. “Sometimes, that sort of thing comes later in life. I doubt Lorn was a philosopher at my age.”</p><p>Was my father like Lorn? I don’t know much about him. My mother doesn’t talk of him often, and neither do the rest of them. I feel a thrill of daring and glance across at a quiet, thoughtful Adrius. He has started to dig into my personal history, so why shouldn’t I do the same to him?</p><p>“Adrius au Augustus.” There’s a mocking edge to my voice, and I know that I’m playing with fire. Part of me wonders what it would feel like to be burned. “The ArchGovernor’s son. I don’t doubt that comes with some level of privilege.”</p><p>“You would think.” There’s a bitterness in his voice that indicates bad blood between himself and his father. I don’t question it, for I know that would be prying too deep, and that there could be a collapse just as there was here in the tunnels. I have hit a sore spot and I need to fix that immediately. I am the only one Adrius talks to like this, and I need to keep it that way.</p><p>“Maybe we can find glory together,” I suggest, moving to rest my hand on Adrius’s arm. I know the game I’m playing, and it’s a dangerous one. Adrius doesn’t move for a moment, but I notice his eyes flick to my hand.</p><p>“I don’t want glory.”</p><p>Adrius doesn’t say what he <em>does</em> want. His lips are on mine, and I can’t recall who initiated the kiss. It’s hard and desperate, not something born of romance. This is about control, and it becomes a question of who’s really the cat and the mouse – that’s a lie. The whole time, I knew who was in control, and it wasn’t me. I played the game, played on Adrius’s attraction, but I knew I never had him wrapped about my little finger.</p><p>Adrius fists a hand in my hair and tugs me closer, eliciting a sharp gasp. I take his face in my hands and deepen the kiss, and Adrius doesn’t resist. There is no shame in the darkness, no prying eyes to cast judgement. There is only Adrius and I. We are sharp teeth and lost souls, trying to find our place there in the tunnels, not quite children but not quite adults.</p><p>I don’t know what I want, but I realise as I nip at his tongue that this is more than just a teenage attraction. Adrius does nothing without purpose. I just didn’t know what my purpose was yet. When I draw back, my hair is tousled from his fingers and my lips are swollen from his attention.</p><p>Adrius rises without a word. If I expected him to say something, I’m disappointed. I touch my lips, recalling the feeling of him kissing me, and little realising he’s just sealed my fate.</p>
<hr/><p>Lucas dies not long after, probably only days before we pry open the tunnels to the horrific brightness of light. He is the final Vulcan who staunchly refuses cannibalism. Adrius cares nothing for Lucas’s death – Lucas was a thorn in his side, a weak challenge to the dominance he had established in the tunnels. As we emerge into the light, I bury Lucas anyway.</p><p>We realise that we know nothing of what has happened during the time we spent shut up in the tunnels, so Adrius sends Lilath and her band of miscreants to learn what’s transpired. I relish the way the fresh air tastes. It doesn’t take long for us to begin hunting and gathering food. The first night we have a fire, the warmth tingles across my skin and I bask in the heat of the flames. The crackle of burning wood and the crunch of cooked meat on my tongue bring me a temporary sense of peace.</p><p>Lilath and her scouts are quick to return and eager to report. House Mars, led by Darrow, have quickly established dominance. He has begun conquering, as if he were some proud warlord. Adrius is silent as he contemplates this, but I can tell he isn’t pleased. We have work to do.</p><p>“There are some others houses close by.” I point toward the boats down by the South Sea, and smoke rising nearby in the north. Two houses in our near vicinity. I can’t pick who they are, but I’ll know soon.</p><p>Adrius nods. “North or south. We have to decide where to hit first.”</p><p>“I have an idea,” I pipe up. The others are quiet, giving me the courage to speak freely. “They’re not just going to let a force like ours in, and they’ll be expecting an attack by now. We move north first, and then south. The house on the water has too many boats for us to take without reinforcing herself.”</p><p>“You sound like quite the tactician,” teases one of the Pluto girls.</p><p>“She’s right.” Adrius leans forward. “So what is the idea, Aurelia?”</p><p>My smile is vicious. “A wolf in sheep’s clothing.”</p><p>Adrius’s eyes glitter. I had the feeling that he would approve. He doesn’t know the entirety of my scheme, but he knows he will like it. I turn to look at Lilath, who has never liked me, particularly because she knows of Adrius’s interest. Her dislike of me will make my plan work, of that I’m certain.</p><p>“I’m going to need you to hit me. I’m going to need you to hit me very hard.”</p>
<hr/><p>We take House Mercury, the house to the north. My ploy works. I arrive at their fortress, bloodied and bruised, claiming I’m from House Mars. I could have said any house really, but I felt that it would be more believable – because who would suspect proud, victorious Mars of surrendering to the enemy? They take me in as a slave, and that night I light up the fires around their fortress as a beacon and open the gates.</p><p>House Mercury learns too late what has happened, and overrun them easily. The idea of having a fortress for ourselves is almost mouth-watering after our experiences in the tunnels. The idea of a hot bath is a tempting one. They have food and water stored here, which we happily plunder as we take stock of their possessions. Weapons, too, for that matter.</p><p>Adrius is thrilled with my work. “This is Troy, and you are Helen.”</p><p>I am flattered, but I hide it well. “I think you mean I’m the Trojan horse. Or even the Greeks.”</p><p>Whilst the others busy themselves entertaining the giddy high of sacking a fortress, I make my way up to the parapet and lean over the edge. Our own conquest has begun, and soon Darrow will hear tales of what we’ve accomplished here in the south. Many members of House Mercury manage to flee, but that’s not important. We have a standing. We have a base. We are no longer the creatures of the tunnels.</p><p>Adrius joins me on the parapet with two cups of water. I take one and guzzle it down. Hydration was hard to come by in the darkness, and it’s becoming apparent that my humanity is still down. Perhaps all of ours is. We are quiet as our warband hoots and laughs their way through the fortress.</p><p>Adrius doesn’t have his mind on the present. I can tell by the way his eyes rake over the land around is. He is thinking of the future.</p><p>“Neptune?” I cock my head to the side as we look down toward the glittering mass of the South Sea.</p><p>“Neptune,” Adrius agrees, and in the waning light of the fire, he bares his teeth in a smile as his eyes shine with purpose.</p>
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